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Sci-fi ode to poemranker nicknames (Free verse) by zodiac In the future
We all get new faces sutured
Onto our old faces;
And you can change them on a weekly basis
(that is, if you can afford it.)
And so (you can imagine) we've all kinds of sordid
Soirees at matinees,
The races,
And other public places -
At rendezvous over imported
Brows, lips, cheeks (everyone speaks
Highly now of the romanesque, but it was traces
Of the Greek
Just last week.)
- Man! It's the life!
A drunk girl shimmies up to you at the Dôme,
Whispers: last week when you took me home -
Remember? You were Keats
And I was Shelley, and places
Her hand on your groin (though now you're Blake
And she's some blonde Frau Goering,
Or something such; a little boring,
And identityless and plasticky-fake
After too much dancing with the knife - )
- Jesus! It's the life!
It's wearing anonymity like tangled sheets,
Like week-old briefs (that is, we all wear 'em -
But it's not something you advertise;)
It's cigarette-tasting cold mornings, the harem
Smell of disinterest, a stranger snoring
And yourself a stranger (and yes, probably boring;)
It's endless meaningless greetings and goodbyes;
And the peculiar surprise
Sometimes of waking
Up and finding you've been making
Love with your own wife.
Down the ladder:
standing outside the door
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 8.8
Posted: January 21, 2004 11:37 PM PST; Last modified: January 23, 2004 11:56 AM PSTWeighted score: 6.9 Overall Rank: 239 Comments:
Weird.
I have to say (reading it now after 9 hours of hideous MA comps) that it does have a kind of logic to it. Even more, maybe, than I thought when I deliriously wrote it this morning.
In English lit, oddly enough.
There was an earlier and longer version with an extended conversation between Blake and a Baron von Goering (seriously) that dark angel would have gotten and nobody else, including myself. I'm glad it's dead. And yes, it does suck to endlessly comment on your own posts.
the harem smell of disinterest- perfect! Full load!
What a marster pease.I woke up last night and found
that i had been making love to my right hand ??
yeah? well that's highly unlikely since I had your hands over here last night stuffing my raffiolis, you fucking hack.
I see no nicknames here. Please do not appropriate Jesus without appropriate documentation.
Jesus is a Greek nickname for a Hebrew. And who the hell do you think you are? If you can explain without nicknames or hiding behind your oh-so-liberating internet anonymity, then this poem isn't about you. Besides, it's obviously just a sci-fi story idea too weak to put into prose with a quirky only-halfway-related title.
You do use different identities, though. The sci-fi story that didn't work out is that since everyone could change faces every few days, there was no accountability for anything. In the story this anonymous man-on-the-town meets a great woman and seduces her, only to discover that she's his wife. It comes, I think, from the rather mundane possibility of someone having an internet affair with his spouse unknowingly. But I think it works just as well for poemranker. What do you think?
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I remember one autumn when I was escorting the Captain's daughter, as she was then, to the boat-houses one fine evening, when a crudely-dressed vagrant began to skilfully gamboll and whistle a lewd tune in front of us. Quick as a flash, I seized a handful of hot coals from a chest-nut stove and flung them against the peasant's rudimentary tunic, which I now saw to be made of oil paintings and straw. The wretched fellow burst into flames at once, shrieking and beating himself about the pate with a frenzy. It was at that very moment that I realised I had forgotten to bring old Harrison's pocket-watch with me. I cursed and double cursed myself.
Well, you can imagine what happened next, so I shan't bore you with the telling. Suffice it to say: the Trinity breakdancing championships were never the same again!